Ogre. Are you swallowing?
Tony. No, no. A mistake. [Aside to the Beauty] A glass of water, for heaven's sake! I am choking.
Beauty. Don't be so cruel. Let him at least have a drink.
Ogre. Yes. Let him have a drink.
Beauty. Here.
Tony. To the health of such a noble gentleman. Ah!… The wine is good. Good wine!
Ogre. Of my own vintage.
Tony. Now I understand that you are a happy man.
Ogre. Go up to those windows there. Cast your eye upon that distant mountain; well, as far as that all this country belongs to me. Behind the mountain, there lie other lands, until you come to a river; well, as far as that, all this country belongs to me. Beyond the river there are as many other lands, which stretch down as far as the sea; well, as far as the sea, all this country belongs to me.
Tony. But not the sea? What a pity!
Ogre. The sea wouldn't be of any use to me. The sea is for fishes and sailors, adventurous folk. I am a practical man.
Tony. So I see.
Ogre. I live here happier than a king.
Tony. It may be… I never saw a king eat with such an appetite.
Ogre. Well, then, this is nothing more than lunch. At noon to-day I dined on a roast calf. And for supper… Ah! For supper I have reserved the choicest morsel.
Tony. [Aside] Uy! Now he is looking at me. He has made up his mind to reserve me for supper. [Aloud] But you don't know how tired I am—after my journey—walking so far. I am not fit, not presentable…
